Good Friday Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

GOOD FRIDAY
He first bled on the rocks of Gethsamene,
The garden where the faithfuls first failed;
Deliberately welcomed the effusive kiss
From the trusted devil in a damned kin.
Yet he performed a dying minute miracle.
The Shepherd was struck, the sheep scattered,
The lamb was lead straight to a slaughter
And it was all good.

The scribes turned their pottage of accusations,
To cook the Righteous like a sacred kosher.
Herob made a toast to the naive Pilate
Who threw the Bread to brood of vipers.
'Crucify Him' swallowed the 'Hosanna! '
Against justice, He substituted a criminal.
Yet it was all good.

The pack took their turns like a gang rape,
Riped the skin off his flesh with each stroke.
Marred beyond recognition, over humiliated,
And His blood marked the track to Calvary
Felled seven times as He bore the rugged cross.
Creatures wept at their swaying naked Creator
That His subjects dragged like a junk cart.
The wreathing thorn-crown pierced the cerebrum.
He was cursed in between the felonious duels.
Yet it was all good.

Each hit disjointed the metatarsals, the ulnae
Uncracked; lifted as Moses' bronze serpents,
Like a naked flag waved away the original sin.
His blood drained, poured out aqua-rapha.
His cardiac melted with each spat and scorn.
The dry tongue stuck at the roof of his mouth.
Yet it was all good.

How could it be good when Eloi looked away?
As He yelled; the waters were moved to tears.
Sick Earth nauseated, vomitted holy souls.
Heavenly hosts locked their gate, mourning.
The sun shut his eyes, constellations sackclothed.
I cried from a far, for our sin that was paid:
IT WAS ALL GOOD.
©25-03-16